Overturned snack tables (5 second rule!): OPEN
Dark eyes blinked into newfound awareness, and there were several moments before the sudden change in scenery fully registered. Since when had everyone else been so tall?
...oh. Right.
Raven spread his glossy wings wide, admiring the blue-black sheen of his feathers with such fervor that he didn't even bat an eye at the woman whose drink he'd inadvertently knocked to the floor with the action. She muttered a few choice words in his direction, and Raven cocked his head curiously, a mischievous smile curling almost tangibly across his curved beak; the woman sensed the movement more than she saw it, although the smile was evident in the black, twisted sneer of his human visage. Then, in what must have been a terribly impressive (or possibly just terrifying) sight to those onlookers not privy to his new form, he raised his arms above his head and, with several powerful flaps, ascended up into the rafters.
It's about goddamn time! was the first articulate thought to come to mind as he surveyed the ballroom beneath him and the pandemonium that was quickly overtaking it. He could recognize his brethren and sistren deities by their energies, though he knew few of them by name; but that really wasn't all that important, now, was it? He was finally free after all those years of imprisonment, body-hopping from one mortal incarnation to the next and watching the world change through the eyes of each one, always hovering just on the edge of realization but unable to truly manifest himself. Until now.
Oh, this was looking good. He watched as the dark haired fury upended the food bedecked table, and his stomach churned in hunger. When was the last time he'd had a decent meal, anyway? A few centuries ago? Maybe a millennia or two? Or ten?! Well, first things first- he turned his tail and promptly released a slurry of pale-colored excrement onto whatever innocent bystander happened to be beneath him (what an unfortunate visual THAT must have been), then spread his wings again and swooped down to land amongst the delectables strewn across the floor.
Raven pecked at a discarded weenie hors d'oeurve for a few moments before hopping over to the next enticing little niblet, pausing every so often to enjoy the chaos around him. Had to hand it to the crazy bitch- he couldn't have done it better himself.